MARY'S GONE WID A COON
Copyright. 1880, by Geo. D. Newhall & Co.
As sung by Billy Kersands.
Dar's heaps of trouble on de old man's mind-
Come darkies, weep wid me,
My Mary Ann's run away wid a coon,
And he's black, he's black as he can be.
But I wouldn't care if he was only yellow,
But he's black all o'er; he's porter in a store,
And my heart it is tore, when I think de matter o'er,
Dat de child dat I bore, should think of me no more
Den to run away wid a great black coon.
Chorus.
Mary's gone wid a coon;
Mary's gone wid a coon;
Heaps of trouble on de old man's mind,
Since Mary's gone wid a coon.
Oh! I never thought, when I raised dat child,
Of de trouble she would be to me;
She had everything dat her heart could wish-
She was raised in de lap of luxury;
And I never once for a moment suspected
But dat she'd reflected, before she selected
A man more respected, more highly connected,
Less darkly complected, and not have dejected
Dis old man's mind with trouble like dis.-Chorus.
Now all you people who have children to raise,
Take warning at my fate;
Watch over dem carefully, or else you'll find.
Like me, dat you have been too late.
For girls are wild when dey're in deir teens:
Dey're always after beaux, and wearing good clothes,
And going to shows, and no one knows
All de troubles and woes, from a parent's heart flows­It's enough to break dis old man's heart.-Chorus.